finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
"Thank you," Finn says, and he means it, even as she releases him and steps away. With the glasses perched upon his nose, it's as though the whole world is reduced back down to nothing... and yet so much more than nothing. Finn stands motionless, fingers tingling, his coat billowing around his heels, and he doesn't have to imagine what happened, here. He sees it.
He sees the vibrant threads of an Attuned aura, all fresh grasses and verdant fields, along with the darker, velvety tones of an Accepted. Both auras intertwine on the way around the bend, but only the Accepted's leaves. The Attuned... well, that goes tumbling over the Falling. Finn swallows hard and instinctively turns away, only to nearly stagger on the... stone?
"Tobi, does the ground feel strange to you here...?"
He sees the vibrant threads of an Attuned aura, all fresh grasses and verdant fields, along with the darker, velvety tones of an Accepted. Both auras intertwine on the way around the bend, but only the Accepted's leaves. The Attuned... well, that goes tumbling over the Falling. Finn swallows hard and instinctively turns away, only to nearly stagger on the... stone?
"Tobi, does the ground feel strange to you here...?"
it always feels so stark
